“A Night With Her Ghost” By Thomas Gerst

Her forced laughter split through the vertebrae bedroom.

Thoughts of riots and chaos making us smile.

The young came in and the old faded into diminishing dust,

Time evading. Time escaping.

The present interfering heat waves shut the windows,

she couldn’t quit pretending to be the sun.

Misfortunate shoelace and unattended drawer.

The bottom of the shelf aged with unattended battles.

Her forced laughter quilted the rusty nightmare.

Thoughts of death and living making us numb.

The young never surpassed the radioactive cancer.

Time consuming. Living evading.

The windows never lock in the grey,

She couldn’t find a safe way to run.

Draining battery and blinded sinking treasure.

The bottom of the barrel is barren.

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